Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.